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Mamas, teach your children well…
If there is one lesson I learned early in my life it was that being myself was more important that being "accepted". I hear stories of women with friends who tear each other down and I don't get it, because if my friends were like that they wouldn't be my friends.
It doesn't matter who you are or what you do, someone is going to find fault. If you're not pretty enough, slim enough, or smart enough. If you're too pretty, too slim, too smart. Supermodels get picked apart as easily as the awkward girl down the street. I told a friend today that we don't like in an accepting society, as much as we purport ourselves to be accepting. We live in a judgmental society.
When your child is picked on, I feel it's important to explain to your child that there will always be someone who finds fault with them. Someone will always be mean. Someone will always be critical. It's not your child's fault that those people feel they have a right to judge. The best you can do is set an example of acceptance and tolerance and teach your children the same.
Little girls, in particular, are bombarded with messages about how they should look every day. And now I see it slowly creeping in on little boys as well. Girls should be feminine and attractive. Boys should be athletic. But now boys should be attractive too but still not quire to the degree it's forced upon girls.
For the longest time the media would show an attractive woman married to an overweight oaf. Still does. Did you ever stop to think what the message to our children in that is? As much as I'd like to believe that it means a person should look past a person's appearance, it doesn't seem to be that. What it seems to be is that if you're attractive and smart, you might be lucky enough to land an idiot. Ugh.
Where is the equally matched couple in a supportive, nurturing relationship? Haven't seen one. It doesn't make for good ratings.
I find fault with the media. With the stereotypes. With the belief that in life there is only "one right way" and it's the way of the person who is criticizing you. I find fault with the belief that women have a right to pick apart other women. I find fault with men and women for making women objects. I find fault with women who accept that they are objects. I find fault with parents who don't raise their children to respect themselves and each other.
What I don't find fault with is the individual who does something different than I do. I'm a firm believer that there are multiple ways to get to the finish line. As long as you're not cheating yourself or others on your way, then you can get there however you want and I'll still respect you for finishing.
Mamas please, teach your children acceptance. Become more accepting. Become more positive. Become less focused on looks and more focused on talent and intelligence. Boost your child's confidence in what they do well. Don't force them to be someone else. And if they're not accepted by someone make sure they know that there will always be times when they're not accepted, but that it's not on them. It's on the people who don't accept them. Set a good example and they will follow your lead. You are their first role model and the one that lasts their whole life. You will be the voice in their head for decades. And because of this, you have a chance to change the world. One child at a time.
"You raised the monster…."
I worked for two years at a company where the mom was the CEO and the son was the V.P. of Sales. That line was a common refrain when co-workers would gripe about their epic verbal assaults on each other. We had no sympathy for the CEO when her son started trying to oust her. After all, she had raised him that way. His personality didn't sprout up overnight. He suffered from a severe case of feeling entitled, because he was spoiled his whole life. She taught him to get what he wanted, regardless of whom he had to step on to get it. And, one day, she was just one more rung on the ladder that was his climb to his own little empire.
See, here's the truth, people. You raise your children. Your children are your responsibility. One of your main responsibilities as a parent is to provide your children with the life skills to become established adults. I've seen it far too often in the last decade or so, helicopter parents who can't (or won't) allow their children to grow up, but then complain when they don't move their asses out of the house and become self-sufficient.
Seriously! That's not a fail on the part of the child, it's a failure on the part of the parent. Children need room to grow and chances to screw up (or succeed). Asking a thirteen year old to schedule a routine doctor's appointment is (ohmigod!) reasonable. Giving a child over 5 chores is reasonable. Not commiserating with your kid when the teacher is being "mean" is a good life lesson. Mean people exist in the world, whether or not the teacher is mean is almost moot, because either way, your kid will eventually need to learn how to deal with people of all types.
You can't cave in to every whine your child makes. You can't do everything for them. You have to be able to recognize what your child is already capable of and take steps to build on that. You have to introduce new skills to their current set. Think of the things you handle on a daily basis as an adult and try to incorporate little life lessons that your child can benefit from.
You also can't shield them from life. I remember when finances were bad in my house growing up. My mother and father wouldn't hide it from me. They didn't give me all the gory details, but they were honest about when we could and could not afford something. When I was seven I was already conscious of what things cost. I would ask for a treat at the store and my mother would set a limit (say, a dollar). I would choose something, but then I'd see something else I liked. I would be forced to choose between them. I would always choose the one that was less expensive. Usually, this resulted in numerous exchanges for lesser costing items until I settled on a dried fruit leather strip that cost $0.17.
It was a life lesson that I've carried into adulthood. Not just of tradeoffs, but also that you can usually find something to brighten your day when you need a "treat" that's still well within your budget.
As I got older, I got more details. More information. What my parents shared with me changed as my capacity to understand and reason changed. I learned to ask questions; to gather as much information as I could before making a decision. I learned the power of critical thinking. I learned the power of thinking for myself.
You have to teach your children kindness, respect for others, self-respect. You have to teach them to dream big and be accepting of different people. You have to teach them to be committed to their goals, to be strong in the face of adversity, but still considerate of all parties involved. Teach them manners and courtesy. Teach them humility and humor. Teach them to be responsible and trust worthy, but don't raise them to be gullible. Present them with information and critical thinking skills and let them make their own decisions.
Sure, I wasn't an ideal kid… but I was responsible. I knew what was expected of me. And I became a reliable, established, responsible adult. My parents raised me before the age of the helicopter parents and for that I am thankful.
I hope I can do half as good of a job with my son because I certainly don't want to have to deal with a monster later on in life. It bears repeating that I don't think you have a right to complain about where your child ends up unless you're really certain you're not the reason they turned out that way!
Just another thought of the day.
We are restrained by our responsibilities on a daily basis. Work. Chores. There seems to be a never-ending list of things that need to be done. There is never enough time and, often, there is a lack of patience. At the height of my frustration, at my wit's end last year, buried under school work and the pressure of being everything to everyone while still being a good mom, my son's father pointed out that I never seemed to be in a good mood. I came home from work grumpy, anxious to tackle my homework, and, often times, wouldn't even have a smile for the little boy so excited to see me.
I was taking life too seriously. You know the old joke "don't take life too seriously, no one gets out of it alive"? It has rung through my head for months now. It was a turning point in my life, this realization that I make time for all of the "responsibilities" in my life but not for the things I really needed for myself. I needed time with my son. I needed time with my son's father. I needed time with my friends. And I needed time with myself.
If we are lucky enough to be touched by a moment that makes us appreciate life more it is important not to let it pass us by. I've been lucky in that I've experienced a number of life changing moments the last few years. The more I experience, the more I appreciate what I have in my life. Not things. People. Moments.
Our world seems so much scarier than the world I grew up in. News outlets would have you convinced that we're on the brink of the end. That there is nothing good left to come. I let all of this pass through me and refuse to let it touch me as much as possible. I filter everything I hear and see through a lens of "does this promote happy in my life?". Anything that fails to meet the standard is dropped like a hot potato.
We struggle. I struggle to balance work, school, and home. My son's father struggles with pursuing his passion and the work he was born to do with the need to contribute to the household finances. I support him in following his dream and, while it is admittedly rough sometimes, I would much rather he follow his dream than have to watch him wilt and wither in a job he hates so that we could have more money. Money, after all, is not my main concern in life. The world tells me it should be and I tell the world to stuff it where the sun don't shine. Sure, I complain occasionally about my job. But I appreciate that I have a job that can enable our family to live comfortably while he pursues his dreams and I finish school. Our son wants for nothing. He is a happy, vibrant child who delights in the world around him.
He doesn't care about money. While it is impossible to, as an adult, not care about money at all, I've adopted his belief that it certainly isn't a majorly important factor in our lives. He moves forward, full steam ahead, and all he cares about is that Mommy or Daddy is there to kiss his boo-boo when he trips over his own feet or runs into a shoe display at a sports store (yes, he moves THAT full steam ahead).
He cares that Daddy is home with him while Mommy is at work and vice versa. He cares that we are happy. He cares that we are together.
As his parents, we care that he be happy and that we make life as fulfilling for him as possible. It can't always be perfect, obviously, but we try to take it in stride. We have eating issues, potty training issues, sleep issues, but we are a happy family. I see no reason to disrupt that or to allow my son's father to disrupt it by doubting the path he's chosen career-wise. It's one thing to change your mind, it's another thing to allow a rough patch to change it for you.
What does any of this have to do with anything?
Probably nothing… but as I said, when you have a moment that changes your perspective in life, you need to pay attention to it. Today I had another moment that reaffirmed my Live, Laugh, Love mind set. Life is here to live and borrowing trouble gets us nowhere. Trouble will find you when it needs to, until then, leave it be.
I've read a lot of blogs the last few years. Some were funny. Some were sweet. Some were dumb as hell and some were witty. None of them managed to make me laugh, make me feel connected to a child I never knew, or make me cry the way this one did.
I stumbled across this blog quite by accident. I read the synopsis of Donna's Cancer Story and wondered if I should even read it. I don't like to set myself up for tears if I can avoid it but in that moment of hesitation I thought "if that child and her family could live it… if her mother had the strength to blog about it… I can have the fortitude to read it. To absorb it." In other words, I could have the ability to let it touch me.
The last post in Donna's story requests that her story be shared. So I am going to do just that.
But first I want to remind my readers, as surprising as it is that I have readers, that you only get this one life. You get to choose. You get to choose between enjoying your life and mourning it. You get to choose to be supportive of your family or negative about it because it impacts you. You get to choose to love and live and dream. You get to choose whether or not you want to be chained by your responsibilities or freed by them.
I choose to allow my "struggles" to be minor bumps in the ride, not derailments. I choose to support those that I love. I choose to be happy with my choice to support them, even if it means I have a few "bad" days. I choose to love with all my heart, to hand out extra chances, to always have a smile for the little boy so happy to see me, and to never let a day pass without counting my blessings. I choose to honor those that are in my life as well as those who have passed. I choose to acknowledge that there is always someone out there who is having a harder time than I am. I choose to look with open eyes at the world around me and I choose to see the beauty instead of focusing on the ugliness.
I hope, my dear readers, that Donna's story will help you gain the perspective to Choose Hope, Live until you die, and see the good in your own life. Focus on the good, dear readers, and the bad truly won't feel so painful. Do good things for good reason, no reason, or any reason at all.
Be happy and try to make those around you happy. Make time for friends, family, and yourself; because life is more about whom we have around us than what we have around us.
I apologize if this post is more disorganized than usual… tears tend to scatter my brain just a wee bit. I supposed I could have posted just about being happy that my child is healthy. That I appreciate his tantrums more because he is able to have them. But I was already happy about all of that. I am already appreciative of how easy we have it with our son, even when he is being difficult. Donna's story touched me more deeply than just hugging my child tighter. I have an amazing family. I have a son who is beautiful and bright. I have my son's father, who is equally beautiful and bright. I have parents and sisters and nieces and nephews and friends whom would support me no matter what I did.
We all get lost in our own struggles from time to time. Because they are our struggles, they will never be trivial to us. We feel the struggle, the pressure, the anxiety, while we are living it. It is real and tangible to us. I would never use someone else's struggle to minimize or negate a struggle I or someone else was feeling. But, my dears, perspective is the key word for many of my posts. You can learn from the struggles of others. You can gain perspective into your own pressure and anxiety.
I learned from this family's experiences. I learned that relationships can endure, families can survive the unimaginable, and we can choose hope. You can learn to accept your struggle while it is occurring, is lessened or magnified by the perspective you choose to view it with. It is impacted by the attitude you approach it with and the outlook you apply to it.
In the end, when all is said and done, I hope that I have the ability to say that I approached the majority of my difficult experiences with a positive outlook and a sunny perspective. I hope that all of you can as well.
I hope. And that hope will not end because of a rough patch. That's about all I can say. I hope that this rambling post did Donna justice in the way it was shared, but I fear that there are no words from me that could ever quite achieve such a lofty goal… and I am humbled in that knowledge.
My baby boy is going to turn 3 next week. That means I've been a parent for roughly 1/11th of my life and 1/6th of his first 18 years. (see, no polynomials needed – just sayin'). Despite the money I've invested in parenting books, there is no manual for the first 18 years – anymore than there is a manual for the following decades. I've learned many things through trial and error. He's a healthy, happy child and I feel like we're doing well with him.
To be completely honest I know that a lot of what is involved with raising our child is common sense. It seems like there are things that shouldn't need to be said in the parenting guides. Don't try to dry your child in the microwave would be one of the obvious ones.
As a parent, sometimes I hear about a product recall and I just shake my head. Sometimes it's because I'm disappointed in the company but many, many times it's because I'm disappointed in the parents. Drop side cribs – totally upset with the companies for switching to cheap, flimsy plastic claw catches when the "candy cane" type of rails worked for generations. Because of the design of the "candy cane" type rails, it wasn't possible for the types of suffocation accidents like those that occurred with the cheap plastic catches to happen. I place the blame for those accidents squarely on the manufacturer for making an inferior product.
The most recent recall of Bumbo seats, however, is one of those ones where all I can think is "What were the parents thinking?". According to the Consumer Product Safety Commission over 4 million Bumbo seats have been sold in the US. There have been roughly 50 reported cases of injuries – again, no polynomials needed – due to an infant sliding or wriggling out of the seat and landing on their head. Skull fractures are a serious injury.
But is the manufacturer really to blame here?
We have a Bumbo. It was really a fantastic product for our son when my arms needed a break. The first thing I noticed about it though was that it doesn't have restraints. Because it doesn't have restraints we never used it unless we were within arm's reach of our son. It wasn't a high chair or a place to put him where we could set him down and then leave him alone. For us, it was more like the changing table. You put him up there to change his diaper, but you never step away from him while he's on it. We never used it on top of a table for the same reason.
He played in it, he looked at books in it, and he even ate in it. All those times I was seated on the floor directly in front of him. It never occurred to me to try to place it on a table, because the seat itself, while sturdy, is made of foam – one really good strong kick or wriggle from him and I could easily imagine it falling off a table.
Like any other parent, there were times when I needed a short break. But my need for a short break never overwhelmed my common sense. If I needed to use the restroom and didn't have anyone to sit with my son I'd pick him up and put him in his playpen. I never would have left him in the Bumbo alone.
I suppose I should be surprised that there were only 50 injuries (a very small percentage of the 4 million sold) involved, because it seems that common sense is a rare commodity these days. I'm glad the company is offering a restraint system for the Bumbo, but I don't think that's going to solve the problem of injuries occurring with their product. Solving that problem would require a return of general common sense to the population.
Now, if you're a parent, you might be outraged at this point. A few people may agree with me but many others will likely get upset and defensive and tell me that "even one injury from a child's product is too many". To those parents I'm going to stick out my tongue in a child-like manner. The world is a dangerous place. Sure, you buy BPA free bottles for your child – but have you checked them for BPS? You cannot expect the government or product manufacturers to protect your child from all harm. In fact, as much as I respect the CPSC for trying to keep consumers safe, I still believe they should be the backstop for safety. A parent has the responsibility to use products in a safe manner; to inspect them for flaws or potentially dangerous conditions and to pay attention to their children. The parent is the first line protector of their child. It's a huge responsibility and, unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be one that many people take seriously.
You are the person who is going to teach your child how to stay safe in this world. You are the person that will guide them and provide them with the cliff notes version of the manual for life. The world isn't going to do it for you. If you can't foresee the potential danger of situations or products how will you teach your children to watch for danger?
Now, that being said, it is sad that these children were injured because their parents used a product in an unsafe manner. It is even sadder that these parents involved might not learn a very important lesson from this. Particularly where children are involved you must question the safety of all products.
I consider myself a conscientious parent and consumer. I don't think I'm unique in that. I certainly hope I'm not unique in that. But just in case I am, I hope that people who own a Bumbo will request the restrain kit that's being offered, because your child really shouldn't have to pay the price for your lack of common sense.
Just my thought of the day –
Three more days of glorious freedom. It's such a short time to accomplish all of the left over items that got moved to the back burner the last few months. There's furniture to be moved, organization to be done, and a desk that somehow got completely buried in paperwork to dig out before classes resume next Monday. It's going to be a rough semester, I can tell already, and all I can really do is breathe slowly and hope that all turns out well.
Going back to school as an adult is difficult enough to make me really wish I'd done it when I was young and didn't have to worry about things like electric bills, car payments, and retirement plan contributions. I long for carefree days and nights of getting rowdy with my friends. At 22 you feel you have the world on a string, studying can be reserved for last minute cram sessions and nothing seems to be more important than enjoying life. Education is important, sure, but aren't we here to live?
I'll admit a minor twinge of nearly-middle-age jealousy when I hear tales of young adults in school and partying on campus. In your thirties your outlook on school is completely different (or at least it should be) and you're trying to balance a job, a home, and a family while juggling your school work. When I hear a "normal" aged college student gripe about having too much to do while living in campus housing and NOT holding down a job as well I have to refrain from smacking that person upside the head. At the same time I want to congratulate them for doing the smart thing and getting school out of the way before the real world can intrude.
I can honestly say I appreciate school more at my age… everything but Algebra. Honestly? When was the last time anyone factored a polynomial in their day to day life. How could that possibly help me in real life? But, I digress. I am a student. I'm a student in name, registered to an institution of higher learning, and I am a student of the world. I soak up information from everything that surrounds me and attempt to navigate a complicated world with the knowledge I've gained.
My interests are as diverse as the day is long and, I fear, that I'll never decide what I want to be when I "Grow up"; except maybe young again. I've settled on Business Management again for now, simply because it's a field I'm already experience in and it's the one degree that won't eat up too much of my real life time. Changing majors would require a level of dedication and time commitment that I'm just not willing to make right now.
I've never believed that a person's job has to be something that they absolutely love. Sure, it should be something you don't loathe, but it doesn't have to be a perfect match either. I'm of the solid mindset that your job is your gateway to enjoying and appreciating your real life more. It makes the money that pays for you to be able to pursue your passion through hobbies and leisure activities. I would never want to take something I love and turn it into work. That's just a personal opinion and I know it's one that's not shared by many.
I don't regret my choice of major – it's something I'm good at and there are opportunities in my future for it to challenge me, which I feel is very important. For now my only regret is not getting the education out of the way when I might have had the ability to enjoy it more. Or at least not take it quite as seriously as I do now. Oh, but sometimes I long for the days when going to school was my job and main responsibility. Here's the life lesson kids: Stay in School – because it only gets more difficult to stick with it as you get older. Oh, and try to pick a major that doesn't suck but at the same time don't let your choice of career path be your end all-be all.
We've all heard the phrase "it can always be worse". I don't feel, however, that as Americans we really think about how privileged we really are. Every day I hear people who are deeply, deeply unhappy with what they can't have. Very few people seem to take the time to be thankful for what they do have. One of my personal development epiphanies occurred in my teens. It was the realization that Americans are not alone in the world, despite the fact that we use up more than our fair share of the world's resources.
That realization came with a deeper knowledge of how others in the world live and how everything in this life truly boils down to a matter of perspective. We complain (myself included) about the high price of groceries while there are millions of people in this world who lack access to balance nutrition. Our supermarkets would likely astound them. And what do we do with this abundance of food? We overeat. We are now the most obese country on the planet.
We buy bottled water despite having one of the most advanced water treatment and delivery systems in the world. We have access to fresh water every minute of every day. Turn on the faucet and there it is. No trekking to a river that people bathe and pollute with waste to obtain drinking water.
We drive everywhere. Walking is now relegated to "exercise". Ditto for Biking. For the majority of us, walking or biking is a luxury of time as opposed to an effective means of transportation.
Arguments about our health care system aside, as imbalanced as access may be, we all have access to at least emergency care. If we are in an accident or injured we can be assured that, even if we go bankrupt from the emergency room bill, there's a good chance we'll survive. Because of our access to food and clean water something as simple as a cut on our foot isn't likely to kill us. For millions of people an infected cut is a serious illness. Here we can wash it in clean water, slather on some antibacterial ointment and put a bandage on it. We have easy access to basic medical supplies.
Whether you're living in a mansion, a studio apartment, your parent's basement, or something in between, you have a roof over your head. Access to quality shelter is something I see people take for granted every day. Their bathroom is ugly. Their back yard isn't big enough. They don't have enough closet space or their kids have to share a bedroom. Do us all a favor and learn to tell yourself "I don't like my bathroom, but I'm thankful I have one!".
The other day I was frustrated by a slow draining bathroom sink. A bottle of Drano later and I was thankful to have a sink that actually drains again. Then I thought, "Hell, I should be thankful to have a sink. And plumbing… and running water… and a home to contain it all." And I was.
Money is a big complaint I hear all the time. It used to be something I complained about. There never seems to be enough money. I learned something though. You can't take it with you. You can't take anything you buy with you, really. Yes, money provides for the roof over our heads, the running water in our sinks, and the food in our bellies. Beyond the basic necessities, everything else is gravy. You have a computer, a cell phone, an iPad, a playstation, a tv… the list goes on and on. Check out http://bonsaimovie.com/ or google microfinance loans.
The most surprising aspect of these loans is how little money people are asking for to buy seeds, or a sewing machine, or fix the roof on their homes. Many of the ones in the Bonsai People documentary are less than I pay for my monthly cell phone bill.
If you need perspective from a cuter standpoint; check out the Babies documentary. Not only is it beautifully done, but it pulls you in. You see that babies are babies the world over. They are not born to hate. They aren't born to be greedy about material things. They don't use material objects or money to feel better about themselves. We are born happy and loving and curious. It is only through time and experience that our priorities shift.
If you watch, make sure you watch it a second time with a more critical eye. Compare and contrast how the babies live and grow up. It might not dawn on you that there are a few scenes where how the babies are taken care of would be persecuted here in the states. But, the perspective through which you watch the babies grow up makes it all perfectly acceptable. And it should be.
The point of all of this is not to make you feel guilty. Though, if you feel guilty it is because you've identified something within your own life that your mind feels you should feel guilt about.
This is merely an exercise in perspective. A gentle reminder of how good you have it. What you are unhappy over many people would be thankful for. Yes, you have the right to complain, but you also have a responsibility to acknowledge everything you're fortunate enough to have.
Approach life with enthusiasm. Be grateful for all that you have and can be because of where you were born. Protect the rights of future generations to have a happy childhood. And try to live, if even for a few moments a day, as if you were an infant. Be happy. Be loving. Be curious about the world around you. And try to maintain perspective when you're feeling overwhelmed or unhappy. After all, It can always be worse.
I'm going to take a break today from discussions about food. I'm sure there's a collective sigh of relief from all my readers, the few of you that are out there. Today I want to talk about family and being thankful.
I was blessed with two sisters and, although we didn't get along all the time, we're cornerstones in each other's lives now that we're adults. I don't know what I'd do without my sisters.
I was also blessed with two loving and dedicated parents. We had rough patches and there were financial and emotional struggles, but through it all my parents stayed together and provided a stable and caring home. They raised us to help our family members and forgive any faults that might irritate us. I couldn't imagine what my life would be like if they hadn't toughed it out together; if they didn't love each other too much to give up.
I am not a perfect person. I am well aware of this. I also don't expect perfection from others. I give credit for that to my parents because they taught me that when you love someone, you love them, faults and all. I don't know how to love any other way. I love my friends down to the bottom of my soul. I love my family the same way. I love my son's father this way as well.
We've had some really rough times and we haven't always dealt with them to the best of our abilities. Sometimes communication failed and things looked bleak. We've been round and round the rollercoaster ride numerous times now and somehow, we keep coming back to each other.
So I was asked the other day… "How many more times are you going to go through this?" and my answer, at least to myself, was "as many times as it takes." I honestly hope that we won't repeat our mistakes of the past but I know that even if we do, it was worth taking the chance. This isn't a dream or make-believe, this is reality. Merging two lives together takes work. Making and sustaining a healthy and happy family takes even more. Anyone who tells you it's going to be easy is a moron. Sometimes things fail and you're left with scars. And sometimes you're given the chance to mend what's been broken. I honestly believe that if you don't take those chances in your life you'll always wonder "what if".
I don't feel this makes me weak. If anything, it makes me stronger. I have the strength to fight for what I want in my life, to face my fears and try not to let scars of the past hinder my future. We are family, together with our son, and that isn't something someone should give up on lightly.
I saw this picture the other day in my news feed and was reminded again how solid my base for family and relationships is.
Maybe I'm old fashioned or stubborn, but I don't believe in giving up. I do believe that most differences can be resolved, problems can be fixed, and that; through mutual respect and love; time can heal wounds. If nothing else I will know, deep down, that I'm living my life in a manner that won't leave me wondering "what if". And, in the end, no matter how things play out, my son has two parents who love him to the bottom of their souls.
Family provides us with perspective. How we are raised influences how we live our adult lives. I count myself blessed that I have such a strong support system, a solid example of how love can thrive in even the most trying of times. We all take different paths in this world and the only constant is change. But no matter how much you change you know that there will always be people who love you just the way you are.
Our son is going to grow up with similar examples, a variation of my childhood themes, and a supportive and loving family. I couldn't think of a better way to raise our son than to teach him to lead with his heart, not let fears hold him back from attaining his goals, and to love without judgment.
I guess that despite all of my claims that I wouldn't be; I'm very much like my parents. In all the best ways.
I took time today to reflect on the most important people of my life; how they've helped me grow into the person I am and how I know they will continue to shape the person I am going to become. I am thankful every day of my life to be so blessed.
When was the last time you (really) sat down and thought about the people you love? When was the last time you thanked them for loving you just the way you are (no matter how many times you've changed)?
I consider myself diet conscious. I try to eat right. I'm working on exercising more. I have a keen interest in nutrition and the holistic benefits of natural food. I've considered going vegetarian, but confess readily that I'm an omnivore so it's unlikely to happen. I devour nutrition books and information the way other people shovel down French fries (figuratively speaking). I know what's good for me, I know what's bad for me, and I strive for moderation and balance.
Even then, I know that it's not quite enough. And, because I am easily distracted, I know I'll never step my game up and meet my own standards of food unless I challenge myself to do better. So today, I'm thinking, it's time to start planning. It's going to take planning before I can implement my 30 day food challenge. It's going to take preparation and the steely resolve of the truly determined.
Unfortunately, I cannot achieve everything I would like to. Veggies and fruit completely grown at home (or at the very least through a crop share), Amish Chicken raised locally on a sustainable farm that produces equal quality in their cage free eggs. A diet completely lacking in refined sugars and flours that doesn't sacrifice taste. A handsome, half naked, tousle-haired Australian chef to do all of the cooking for me – because I do NOT have this thing people call "free time" often enough. Clean counters, cabinets and refrigerator shelves that house only the easiest, most nutritious snacks and meals. The list goes on and on… truly.
Current Progress
I gave up sugary drinks as a child because soda makes me sick to my stomach, literally.
I love broccoli, spinach, kale, lima beans, green beans, black beans, white beans, cucumber, bell peppers, and tomatoes. I strongly dislike carrots but I eat them because I know they're good for me. I'm not a fan of corn and avoid it whenever possible.
I cut back my coffee intake, even though I drink it black, to help my sleep schedule.
I drink, on average, a gallon of water a day.
I eat a ton of fresh fruit, veggies, yogurt, eggs, and chicken.
I exercise a minimum of 4 times a week for 45-90 minutes each time.
I get approximately 8.5 hours of sleep each night.
I have reached the point where I consistently consume the 1250 calorie minimum I set for myself (this was a big one for me.).
The New Plan
Remove all refined flour items from my diet. No crackers, white pasta, cookies, etc. 100% whole grain from here on out.
Remove added sugar and sweeteners from my diet as much as possible. This means checking labels and deciphering the ingredients.
Adhere to portion sizes strictly.
Reduce intake of highly processed food.
Add two fish meals a week.
Institute a "meatless" day of the week.
Reevaluate my cabinets, counters, and fridge contents. Donate or pitch any items that don't meet my new goals. Stock shelves with handy snacks.
Increase and diversify my vegetable intake; shop at local farmers markets when possible.
Maintain workout schedule.
Maintain water intake.
The Hurdles to Overcome
All of this sounds easy, until you consider my life and the people in it. We can start with my 2 year old son, who is on what the doctor calls "the white diet". Common for children his age, he eats only chicken nuggets (fried with smooth batter texture), chips, crackers, and pretzels. We have tried everything with him. My parents even stopped arguing with me when they saw how he would sit there and refuse to eat, even after having fasted all night while sleeping, for three hours. He'll honestly cry for three hours and refuse to eat ANYTHING that doesn't fit on his personal approved list. I kid you not. He doesn't eat cookies, candy, ice cream, Jell-O, or even cake, because he has "texture" issues with them. That's one difficult factor.
The next factor is my parents who, bless their hearts, feed me dinner about 3-4 nights a week because I work and am in school 9 months out of the year. Typical dinners include a lot of white pasta, heavy sauces, and double portion sizes. Add in my sister, who is a huge believer in eating healthy but also a faithful Herbalife user who, (no offense because I love her to death) seems to think that I shouldn't eat two of my daily meals, I should drink them instead.
My best friend and hetero life-mate is also my partner in crime. We have the ability to support each other in our goals, but also tend to rationalize and justify each other's slip ups. This is a double edged sword, but I wouldn't give up time with her for the world.
Then there is my son's father. He's a healthy guy who's lost a lot of weight, toned himself up, and is running a new business as a personal trainer. He's a great inspiration and adheres (mostly) to the chicken, rice and veggies rule of weight loss. He's also my biggest deterrent in this, because I cannot stand the idea of eating the exact same thing 3 – 6 times a day, or worse, the same meal for breakfast, the same lunch, the same dinner, etc… every day. If my meals are that boring and repetitive, I'll never make it.
An additional complication is that I spend so much time shuffling from my place to my son's father's place, travelling with an overnight back twice a week. Whatever I eat has to travel well.
The Planning
Now, I know that people overcome obstacles worse than these all the time but we are all different and, knowing myself as well as I do, I know my own limits.
Here is where the planning comes in. I purposely set a start date for this challenge of July 1st, over a month away, to give me time to get over the stress of training for Warrior Dash as well as give myself some downtime following a rough spring semester. It gives me time to purchase items I need and organize my life and living space better. It allows me to investigate and collect recipes. And all of this allows me to formulate a plan of attack for the food prep I'm going to have to do every Sunday. Because that is pretty much the only day I have each week to prepare my meals for the week.
I'm going to need to pack a full day's meals every night before bed. Breakfast, snacks, lunch, snacks, etc. On days when I won't be home I have to pack or plan dinners for me and my son's father.
I have to figure out how to accommodate my son's picky eating (which our doctor says he'll grow out of eventually) without tempting myself.
And, more importantly, I have to get the people I love on board with it. They don't have to join me, but I don't need them unintentionally sabotaging me either.
I'll keep you all posted with updates as progress is made. And, if anyone has any recipes or ideas to share, I'd love to see them!
Keep Calm and Tread On.
For those of you that don't know -The happy, shining, optimistic, "totally have a handle on everything" type of people, can lose our focus and perspective too.
In the first quarter of this year I lost 30 pounds due to stress. I had what was, basically, a nervous breakdown. I am the opposite of a stress eater. I suffer from stress induced anorexia, I also tend to not eat when I'm really involved or occupied by something. Obviously no one, not even me, was happy with my weight loss. But when I got a handle on things and was able to drag my happy, optimistic self back up to the gleaming surface of the world again, I decided I was going to seize this moment and turn it in my favor.
It was time to take something that was unhappy and unhealthy and turn it into something beautiful and empowering.
I resolved to eat better. Not healthier, per se, because I already focus on veggies, fruit, and moderated portions. But definitely more often and on a routine schedule – so I started packing a full work days' worth of meals every day that included snacks and vitamin supplements. I limited my coffee drinking to before 11:00am and I increased my water intake to nearly a gallon a day. I started tracking my calories again.
I signed up for Warrior Dash, which forced my unmotivated behind to return to the gym (where I hadn't been for 4 months) where I signed up for two boot camp and one spin class each week.
I'd lost the weight, which was half of what was holding me back. Now it was time to tone and strengthen.
So, to keep myself honest, this is my progress report.
To date: I've gained 5 pounds but lost: 4 inches on my hips, 1.5 inches on my waist, and 1 inch on my chest. I wear a size 6 jean (7 juniors) but I now have to wash and dry them on hot and after wearing them for an hour or so they sag in the thighs and butt. Official sizing charts put me in a size 4 (5'6" – 34, 25, 36) but we'll see about that.
The bikini I purchased for motivation is, because I'm a moron and bought a large, too big on the bottom. So I'm going to have to buy a new bottom prior to our trip to the Dells at the end of the month.
On the exercise front: I can run a mile at a 6 mph pace without stopping or feeling like I'm going to die. My squats go all the way to the floor now and I have actual muscle in the back of my arms, as opposed to old lady pigeon wings. I don't even complain about the diamond push-ups in boot camp anymore.
I've been lazy with my running program. I'd like to say I've been too busy with school (I just finished another 4.0 semester which brings me to 3.88GPA overall) but the truth is I've just been more interested in having a life. I'm going to try to get back on board with the running, but I won't kick myself too hard if I don't, since I'm still taking classes during the week.
My food intake has improved, but it's not perfect. I do great on the days I'm at work, but on Thursday and the weekends I forget to eat, I sneak coffee in the afternoons, I don't drink enough water, and I completely forget about my vitamins. I'm working on a solution for this… Probably making a week's worth of meals on Sunday, so I have no excuses not to eat. But, at least on average, I'm meeting my calorie minimum every day!
All in all, I'm glad I'm back to my shiny, happy self. I'm determined to continue on my path of personal growth and, barring another extremely traumatic series of events, am hoping to avoid any more nervous breakdowns because it's really not the preferred method of losing weight.
This post is my way of keeping me honest about my progress this far. Pictures might be added at a later date.
I've been going back and forth for the last two years on what I want to ultimately do with my future. I'm almost done with my A.A.S. in management and I know I need to continue on for my Bachelor's, but I haven't been able to decide what I should major in. The dreamer in me wants medical – Nursing, Dietician, Physical Therapist, etc. The realist knows that those are full-time programs that require me to be on campus five days a week, 9 -10 hours a day.
As much as I like to daydream I know that the ability to be on campus for a more intensive program just isn't in the cards right now. I looked into programs to become a registered dietician – a topic that excites and interests me and a career I could really get into. Even though I can complete the educational requirements in a flex learning manner, it has an internship requirement that can take up to two years and there's no guarantee I'd match with an internship where I live.
It feels as if the world is guiding me back to majoring in Business again and again. I'm good at it, it's familiar, it pays decently, and there's a lot of flexibility with it. If fate really does have business in mind for me right now I guess I have to go with it. It's a good thing I've never believed I had to love my job to be happy. To me, a job is what you do to support yourself and your family. It is the tool that enables and finances the things you love to do. (Although I will admit that you need to at least like your job.)
I'm not going to stress over my educational path and I'm done trying to force a major that just isn't workable right now. When and if the time is right, the pieces will fall into place. In the meantime I'm just going to breathe and enjoy my summer off with my son, my son's father, and the rest of my family.
When the fall semester rolls around the perfect solution may be tossed my way by fate.
In the interim I'm going to take my own advice to "keep calm and tread on".


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Thank you for the quick replies!One of the items we did have was a copy of the article by Ernie Pyle that was published in the Kansas City Star.My dad DID have hair that stood straight up when it was in a crewcut!
I will investigate the DFC sight.Don't know if I will have the proper documentation.Another thing that happened was that my dad's service truck shipped back from England was lost-papers with orders supposedly promoting him to Captain, campaign ribbons, medals, souvenirs, etc.
Hope this will continue to filter through the site, and maybe someone who actually knew him will see this!
Thanks again!

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Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Cupcakes and
Raspberry cupcakes with marshmallow frosting!!
I am going to tell you that these were amazing, and I am not just saying that because I made them. Really, I swear. Lets get down to it shall we?
I want everyone who reads this to put it on their list as one of the next cupcakes to try if you have not already because this cupcake tasted so much like cookie dough that it was just incredible.
Here's what you will need:
For the cupcakes:
3 sticks unsalted butter, room temp
1 1/2 cups light brown sugar, packed
4 large eggs
2 2/3 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
1 cup milk ( I use 2%)
2 tsp vanilla extract
1 cup semisweet chocolate chips (I had a mixture of big and mini chocolate chips because it was what was in the cupboard)
Preheat oven to 350. Using the paddle attatchment, combine the butter and brown sugar. Cream together on medium-high speed until light and fluffy. Add the eggs one at a time, mixing well after each addition. Make sure you scrap down the sides of your bowl every so often! Whisk the flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt together in a bowl. Just like every other cupcake, alternate the dry ingredients with the milk, mixing on low speed. Beat just until incorporated. Blend in the vanilla. Fold in the chocolate chips then divide the batter evenly between 24 cupakes liners. ( I believe I got a few more than 24) Bake for 18 to 20 minutes and let cool in pan for 5 to 10 minutes for removing to cool completely.
Oh yeah, don't eat one just yet ;)
Now while those are cooling, you can make your cookie dough filling....
For the filling:
4 tbsp unsalted butter, room temp
6 tbsp light brown sugar, packed
1 cup + 2 tbsp all purpose flour
7 ounces sweetened condensed milk
1/2 tsp vanilla extract
1/4 cup mini semisweet chocolate chips
Cream the butter and sugar in a mixing bowl on medium-high speed until light and fluffy. Add flour, sweetened condensed milk, and vanilla and beat until smooth.
I just loOoOoOoOVe sweetened condensed milk in any recipe!!!
Going on...Stir in chocolate chips. Cover with plastic wrap and refridgerate for about 1 hour.
After cupcakes have cooled, cut out the middle of the cupcake and put a spoonful of the cookie dough filling in each cupcake.
All cut out now ready to be stuffed... Like this!
Don't you just love the camo liners too :) I was so happy when I found these at Hobby Lobby!
Now time to make the frosting!
For the frosting:
3 sticks unsalted butter, room temp
3/4 cup light brown sugar, packed
3 1/2 cups confectioners sugar
1 cup all purpose flour
3/4 tsp salt
3 tbsp milk
2 1/2 tsp vanilla extract
Beat butter and brown sugar with paddle attachment on high speed until creamy and fluffy. Mix in the confectioners sugar until smoooooooth. Beat in the flour and salt. Finally, mix in the milk and vanilla extract until smooth and combined.
Put this in a bag and get ready to pipe! Remember, take it easy on yourself and put the bag in a tall glass to help with getting it into that bag!
I just used a ziploc bag for this piping since I wanted some big swirls. Here's how they look!
And of course a close up!
How awesome are these!!??? Had to top them off with a mini Chips Ahoy, Voila' !
Now time for the raspberry marshmallow frosted cupcakes. For these I pretty much used a basic vanilla recipe but added in pureed frozen raspberries.
There was a raspberry glaze that went on top of the cupcakes and a recipe that I found used 'junket' which I couldn't find anywhere so I made up my own glaze to use. I just threw in some frozen raspberries that I kind of mashed up with a spoon and some sugar and simmered on the stove for about 5 minutes.
Look at how nice that looks!
Moving on, you will let that sit and in the meantime start making your frosting.
When mixing the frosting you wanted some stiff peaks, well let me tell you, I got stiff peaks..
Look at that shine! So pretty!
Lets glaze and frost!
And there we have it, raspberry cupcake with a raspberry glaze and topped with a marshmallow frosting. Ohh la la ;)
Now, I had to take some to work to share with my worker pals so I boxed some up in this cute little cupcake box I got from Target. I am almost ashamed that I did not pick up some more while I was there. Guess I learned my lesson.
The next day after I sent them all away, I was really craving one, hoping that there would be at least 1 left when he got home....yeah right, like that was going to happen ;)
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Magnetic Mineralogy of Continental Deposits, San Juan Basin, New Mexico, and Clark's Fork Basin, Wyoming
Journal Title
Journal of Geophysical Research
Publication Date
Magnetic concentrates were obtained from nine bulk samples from the Late Cretaceous through middle Paleocene continental sedimentary section in the San Juan Basin, New Mexico, and from two bulk samples from the late Paleocene and early Eocene section in the Clark's Fork Basin, Wyoming. Strong-field thermomagnetic (JS-T) curves of almost all the San Juan Basin concentrates show only a single Curie temperature in the 175°–195°C range, indicating that the dominant ferrimagnetic mineral is detrital titanomagnetite (Fe3−xTixO4) of composition 0.51 ≤ x ≤ 0.54. The Clark's Fork Basin concentrates exhibited Curie temperatures of 200°C and 580°C, indicating a mixture of x = 0.5 titanomagnetite and magnetite, respectively. No evidence of hematite (or other ferric oxides or oxyhydroxides) was observed in the JS-T data. Isothermal remanent magnetization (IRM) acquisition curves were determined for 56 samples from the Clark's Fork Basin and 114 samples from the San Juan Basin. Although dominated by IRM acquired in magnetizing fields of ≤300 mT, additional IRM was acquired in magnetizing fields from 300 to 700 mT. The IRM acquired above 300 mT is attributed to hematite (or other ferric oxides or oxyhydroxides) and is thought to be the result of minor oxidation, probably during recent weathering. These results indicate that IRM acquisition behavior may be used to monitor the hematite content in continental sedimentary rocks and may indicate stratigraphic intervals within which the natural remanent magnetization (NRM) could contain significant chemical remanence overprints. Although minor hematite content is indicated, the detailed sampling of IRM acquisition behavior for the San Juan Basin and Clark's Fork Basin sedimentary sequences did not reveal any significant correlation of IRM behavior with polarity of the characteristic NRM. These data thus support the previous conclusion, based on paleomagnetic data, that the characteristic NRM is a depositional remanence which provides a valid recording of the geomagnetic polarity sequence during deposition of these continental sedimentary sequences.
Paleomagnetism; Mineralogy
Publication Information
Published 1982 by the American Geophsyical Union. The original published version of this article may be found at http://dx.doi.org/10.1029/JB087iB09p07843.
Citation: Pilot Scholars Version (Modified MLA Style)
Butler, Robert F., "Magnetic Mineralogy of Continental Deposits, San Juan Basin, New Mexico, and Clark's Fork Basin, Wyoming" (1982). Environmental Studies Faculty Publications and Presentations. 13.
Document Type
Journal Article


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NEH Fellows
With the support of a National Endowment for the Humanities (NEH) Challenge Grant, the Keough-Naughton Institute for Irish Studies holds an annual faculty fellow competition. The NEH Keough Fellowship enables an outstanding scholar to continue his or her research while in residence in the Keough-Naughton Institute. The Fellowship is open to scholars in any area of Irish Studies and offers a stipend of $55,000.
The Keough NEH Fellow participates in the Institute's weekly Speakers and Public Talks Series and presents a paper on her or his research during the year. Apart from the seminar, the Fellow's only obligation is to pursue her or his research. The Fellow is provided an office in the Keough-Naughton Institute and is fully integrated into the Institute's life, with full library privileges and access to the Institute's research tools.
José Brownrigg-Gleeson Martínez is the National Endowment for the Humanities Fellow for the 2017-2018 academic year.
José's chief research interest is to explore the role which the Hispanic world played in shaping Irish attitudes towards colonialism, empire, and modernity during the first half of the nineteenth century. Indeed, many of the challenges faced by Latin America at the time (such as the definition of citizenship, the separation of church and state or the acceptance of republicanism) would also become key issues in Ireland. His research to date has concentrated above all on understanding the political and intellectual dimensions of Irish support for the dissolution of the Spanish monarchy and the establishment of new states in the Americas. Thanks to the adoption of a decidedly transnational approach, he has highlighted the multiple and often divergent readings of the crisis of the Hispanic Atlantic which developed simultaneously in post-Union Ireland and amongst United Irish exiles in the United States.
José Brownrigg-Gleeson Martínez is a historian educated at the University of Salamanca in Spain, where he has written a doctoral thesis on how the Irish—both in Ireland and in the United States—interpreted the Latin American revolutions for independence during the 1810s and early 1820s.
During his time at Notre Dame, José will extend the chronological scope of his work to examine how Irish American images of the new Latin American republics evolved in the decades leading up to the Mexican-American War (1846-48). Drawing on his previous research into the contacts between South American patriots and United Irish exiles in New York, Philadelphia and Baltimore, he will reconstruct the networks of Irish American book publishers, newspaper editors and translators who created and/or circulated images of the Spanish-speaking New World amongst Irish communities in the Atlantic. He will avail himself of the extensive Irish Americana collections available at the Hesburgh Library and will benefit greatly from the multidisciplinary expertise of the Institute's faculty.
José has contributed to several books with chapters exploring Irish migration, mobility, and multilingualism in Spanish America in the late colonial period, together with others dealing with Hispano-Irish relations in the 19th century. He has carried out research stays at the University of Warwick (UK) and the University of Cape Town (South Africa), and was a Visiting Scholar at Columbia University in New York in 2011-12. His research has received the generous support of various institutions, such as the Spanish Ministry of Science and Innovation, and Harvard University's International Seminar on the History of the Atlantic World.
In addition to the University of Salamanca, where he has taught modules on Latin American history and served on the organizing committee of several conferences, José has worked as a research assistant at the National University of Ireland, Galway (2014-15) and as an associate lecturer at the University of Winchester (2016/17).
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► Former Fellows:
Eugene Costello, National University of Ireland, Galway (2016-2017)
Liam Lanigan, University College Dublin - Ph.D. (2015-2016)
Matthew Gertken, University of Texas, Austin - Ph.D. English (2014-2015)
Florence Impens, Trinity College, Dublin - Ph.D. English (2014-2015)
James "Wes" Hamrick - University of Notre Dame - Ph.D. English (2013-2014)
Malcolm Sen – University College Dublin – Ph.D. 19th & 20th Century Irish Literature (2012-2013)
Deirdre Ní Chonghaile – University College Cork – Ph.D. Music and Ethnomusicology (2011-2012)
Sonja Tiernan – University College Dublin – Ph.D. History (2010-2011)
Jane McGaughey – University of London – Ph.D. History (2009-2010)
Katie Brown – Trinity College,Dublin – Ph.D. English (2008-2009)
Ian Alden Russell – Trinity College, Dublin – Ph.D. History, Archeology (2007-2008)
John Gibney – Trinity College, Dublin – Ph.D. History (2006-2007)
Guy Beiner - National University Ireland, Dublin - Ph.D. (2005-2006)
Brendan Kane – Princeton – Ph.D. History (2004-2005)
Mary Burke – Queens University, Belfast – Ph.D. English (2003-2004)
Michael Griffin – University of Oxford – D. Philosophy (2002-2003)


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Pittman, Lerer Buy Into Mets
PORT ST. LUCIE, Fla.—Media executive Bob Pittman and venture capitalist Kenneth Lerer are among several investors who combined to purchase one $20 million stake in the Mets, according to a person familiar with the deal.
The Mets completed the sale of 12 minority stakes in the team for $240 million last week. They publicly acknowledged the deals for the first time Tuesday but declined to identify any outside investors. "We will not be providing any further details on the transaction," the team said in a statement.
Pittman is chief executive of Clear Channel Media Holdings. Lerer is manager of Lerer Ventures, a seed stage venture capital fund, and a co-founder of The Huffington Post. His investment was made with personal funds, the person said.
Pittman and Lerer, a longtime friend of Mets principal owner Fred Wilpon, purchased only a portion of a 4% stake in the team. It's unclear how much they invested or how many other investors chipped in with them.
The only previously known outside investor is Steven Cohen, founder of SAC Capital Advisors, who purchased one $20 million share. Cohen is also a leading bidder for the Los Angeles Dodgers. He would have to relinquish his interest in the Mets if he buys the Dodgers.
Last month, Wilpon said four shares would be purchased by SportsNet New York, the regional sports television network owned by the Mets, Comcast and Time Warner.
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Red Hat Bugzilla – Bug 132287
XFree86-devel rpm missing from FC3 binary CD's
Last modified: 2007-11-30 17:10:49 EST
Description of problem:
While trying to install kdevelop rpm found dependencies missing, so
tried to resolve them which led to the point where qt-designer could
not be installed which inturn could not be installed because qt-devel
could not be installed which in turn could not be installed because
XFree86-devel was not installed.
Finally checked all the 4 CD's but didn't find XFree86-devel (or
XFree86 anywhere). Because of this the whole chain of dependency is
Version-Release number of selected component (if applicable):
How reproducible:
Steps to Reproduce:
Actual results:
Expected results:
Additional info:
xorg-x11-devel is what you need.
Thanks Bill, but isn't it somehow incorrect (maybe needs to go into
wishlist), that
rpm -ivh <package-A>
reports that some <package-B> is required (from FC3 or any distro),
but there is no <package-B> in the distro ?? Or, there should be some
mechanism (similar to rpmfind.net) which can tie-in the <package-B>
to <package-C> where <package-C> is a drop-in replacement for
<package-B> ??
Of course this is not a XFree86 problem.
It would be a bug in the kdevelop package instead which needs to be
changed to require xorg-x11-devel instead of XFree86-devel. Since the
xorg-x11-devel package also provides for XFree86-devel as a legacy,
then most people don't see this problem if they already have it
installed. Changing component to kdevelop.
[dkl@mrhanky RPMS]$ rpm -qp --provides
warning: xorg-x11-devel-188.8.131.523-6.i386.rpm: V3 DSA signature:
NOKEY, key ID 30c9ecf8
XFree86-devel = 4.4.0
libGL-devel = 1
libGL-devel = 1.2
libGLU-devel = 1
libGLU-devel = 1.3
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Breitbart editor at large Peter Schweizer, executive producer of the documentary based on his bestselling book "Clinton Cash," stated that the FBI's investigation into Virginia Governor Terry McAuliffe (D) is one of "an insider's insider in the Clinton network" that "is probably part of a broader probe that's looking into the Clinton Foundation" on Tuesday's "America's Newsroom" on the Fox News Channel.
Schweizer said, "When you talk about an insider's insider in the Clinton network you're talking about Terry McAuliffe. What's interesting about this investigation is, the reporting is, it's focused on these campaign contributions from a Chinese national who apparently has permanent residence status in the United States, Mr. Wang. What's curious though about it is, this investigation began last year, in may, at pretty much the same time that as Fox News has reported, the FBI also began investigating the Clinton Foundation. If they are indeed just investigating whether Mr. Wang was entitled to make these contributions, a year is a long time to investigate a very simple question like that. So, my instincts tell me this is probably part of a broader probe that's looking into the Clinton Foundation, and whether there were favors or actions — favorable actions taken for the benefit of people who donated to the Clinton Foundation, or political campaigns that were part of the Clinton orbit."
He added, "So, in this case, you have Mr. Wang, who has given the donations to Terry McAuliffe's campaign, also given 2 million to the Clinton Foundation. That's part of a larger constellation that includes connected firms and political figures in Russia, Nigeria, Kazakhstan, places all around the world. So, it fits this pattern that the FBI's investigating, and I think Mr. Wang is an important piece of it."
Schweizer concluded, "I think they're [the FBI] looking at something larger, that this is part of a larger question of foreign money being used to influence American politicians and particularly the Clintons."
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